My home is on fire.
I dream of breathing easier on a wilderness trail, while I sleep in a stale hotel room in the daytime, and work at a nursing home at night.
I wonder if hummingbirds, due to their small size, ever find themselves swept away in a storm, and end up hundreds of miles from their familiar territory, confused and hungry for homegrown nectar.
I feel that way. Swept away. Ready to find my ground again.
Flights of a hummingbird 